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The Quinceneara Part 11

The Quinceneara

Girls, I pulled it off, I looked so fabulous at my "Baby's Girls" Quinceanera. My bad luck prior to the party I got sick, had a "sty in my eye" due to putting on mascara trying to look cute and sick with sinus pressure with watery eyes. So, of course I was sick for 3 days and behind on everything, the only added bonus was the allergy pills drained the water weight and I looked "skinny" by Friday.

Mr. Man did not fail to disappoint at being an asshole. I was so "stupid" I waited for the Quinceneara to become a Face Book person and start trolling dating sites, I waited because as I told everyone I did not want to start any drama. The truth is I thought Mr. Man would have a "Come to Jesus" moment and act like man for his family for one day. No, I was not expecting to get back together, but at least show some kindness and concern for your family, be happy and there for us. Well, I guess my expectations are way too high and I give him way too much credit. He was a complete asshole, did not help in any of the "setting up", it was like pulling teeth to have him help me. Thank God, I have good friends and family that helped me "set up" the tables and chairs, etc. I was so exasperated that by 11 am on Saturday I had to call him and tell him to help me "set up" the entry way, I needed some "man" help. Yeah, every now and then we do need some "muscle". By the time he got there it was almost 1pm, I am sweating and need to take a shower to get ready for the party. Mr. Man is all dressed up and it so pissed me off that I look at him and say, " I just fucken Hate You", I hate you so much, that when you sleep at night, I want you to remember that " I hate you". His eyes "bulged out" and he even "backed away" as if surprised. Well, I guess no one likes to hear that, so it did appear to upset him. I walked off angry and started to get ready, for a minute I thought maybe I should apologize and explain, exactly what I hate, it is not really him, it is his actions, but then I changed my mind because I meant it. I thought let him "chew on that for a while".

Well, you would have thought that I gave him "rabies", the man was so out of place in the party. My daughter looked beautiful; all my daughters were just gorgeous. This man kept away from every one and then once all of his "asshole" friends got there he lit up and stayed with them all night in a corner. Away from everyone, not I, all of my "wine friends" and "party girls" showed up. I looked amazing, held my head high. Drunk as hell, because you know I needed "lots of drinks" but I held my own. Mr. Man would not even say any words for his daughter, I spoke "beautiful" words for my daughter and so did her sisters, but he did not. His family "treated" me well, with respect, no animosity at all, I felt so good that they were there for my daughter. I was so worried that I would feel out of place but I had nothing to worry about. My " wine friends" and I danced all night, it was so fun a whole bunch of 40 something's dancing to "Apple Bottom Jeans", we were all getting low. I too kept a low profile as far as talking to "family" on both sides, my aunts poked fun at me for not hanging out with them and so did "party girls", but I did not want to go around family because as we know some of Mr. Man's family did not know we were separated. I did not want to answer any questions; I only wanted to have fun.

Mr. Man danced the "father" daughter dance with the traditional "Quinceneara" song, but it is I who stole the show. I have danced with all of my daughters because I feel that a mother has just as much influence and actually more than a father. So, I am not traditional all my daughters have danced with me in my honor. We danced to Trace Akins " You're going to Miss This", when I heard the song I thought it was perfect for "My Baby Girl" but then I saw the video and we both knew it was perfect. My "Baby Girl" is my gutsy girl so smart that she tells me all the time," I am going to leave this small town and make something of myself," so it was perfect. As I danced with my daughter, of course, I always cry with all my daughters, but this was my "Baby Girl" and I not only cried but suddenly a flood of emotions came over with great sadness, I was damn near sobbing. I cried for my daughter and my family what I have lost, it was so beautiful. When the dance was over, I told my "wine friends" that I probably messed up my make-up and fake eyelashes because I was crying, and they say " so were we, we were all crying with you. "

Well, the party was great but at the end of the night when it all wound down. Mr. Man dismisses himself and leaves. No nothing, he is so empty it is sad and now everyone knows it. I at the end of night took off my party dress, my fake eyelashes and tiara, looked at myself in the mirror and said "Girl you pulled it off", as tears streamed down my eyes.

I only have to laugh.